Tonight Jonathan is gone. At 6:15p, we had ice cream. At 6:30p, we all headed upstairs. Henry showered, and after a serious (but hopefully productive) discipline session, I put him to bed. I bathed Tessa and Myles. Put Tessa to bed. Wyatt took a shower while Myles played in the pack-n-play in our room. Then I had Wyatt look at books while I read Myles some books, and then put Myles to bed. Then I came to get Wyatt. I noted in my head, verbatim... "Sweet... it's 7:56p, three down and one to go. I can be exercising by 8:15p!"
But OH Wyatt. My little bunny rabbit. He hops EVERYWHERE. You might think I'm kidding, but I'm not. He hops, jogs, skips, gallops... I'm not sure he knows how to simply walk. So... I let him finish his book while I folded some laundry. Then I said, "Go potty one more time before you go to bed." He hops like a bunny into my bathroom. He wipes out on the tile. He face plants the toilet.
-----Now mind you, after his shower, he was hopping with wet feet on the tile. And I said, again, verbatim... "Listen bud, one of these days you're going to slip and bust your head open." (I feel like my mom when I say stuff like that!)-----
Instant blood is pouring out of his mouth. He's screaming like a crazy animal, and I'm just trying to figure out if he knocked his teeth out or what!!! I HATE emergencies like this... esp when I'm on my own! I finally figure out he popped himself pretty good on the upper lip and banged up his gums, but his teeth seem in tact. We get a cold rag, and I have to make him sit down so he can't see himself in the mirror. For some reason, the more he looks at himself, the more he screams. After about 22 minutes of crying, hyperventilating, panic, inability to talk... He FINALLY calms down!! I give him some tylenol. We have a short discussion on how we handle ourselves when injuries occur. I reassure him it's OK to cry, but that we really need to work on the screaming and breathing. Not sure how much he followed that... but I guess time will tell :) He requests a cold rag to sleep with.
But, "Mom, I don't want to have to
hold the rag while I sleep. I want to lay flat enough so the rag just
balances on my face." (He's always very specific about stuff like this.) Ok... this took some work, but we got it figured out. And he and Chip happily went to sleep w/in minutes.
At 8:49p - I start the exercise video :)